A Promise To Myself
The city I left behind,
With all its empty goals,
Rushed and loud,
Noise and crowds,
The destroyer of my soul.
I seek the silence of the woodland,
New river paths to stroll,
The stillness of a valley,
And the remaking of my soul?
The sounds of the waters,
The freshness of the morn,
The whispering of the morning breeze,
My hope for life reborn.
Having lived the city life,
So deceitful to who I am,
No more will I allow myself,
To live among damned.
I walked away without regrets,
With canvas and my brush,
No longer will my weary mind,
Accept the circadian rush.
Copyright © Gil Garcia | Year Posted 2017
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